clumsy imaginings

We are two novice adventurers
Trekking through a fantastic country,
Slashing at brush with yellow,
Fisher-price swords.

As we go, I bid you friend,
Paint me a story with clever words
Make it unreasonable and grand.

Consider me, the disheveled girl in rags,
A princess of grace
Who dances, unharmed
Through millions of arrows
Pouring from a merciless sky.

Consider yourself, the soft-spoken boy
Of mysterious glances,
A bold and forthright guide,
With whom I dare to scale terrific walls and
Survey the land from extravagant heights.

I skip across lop-sided ground.
At me you wink knowingly,
While tossing my way some spontaneous, affable wit.
I catch it effortlessly,
And laugh - all the way to waking.